1 – Anarcho-Nihilist: Peasant with a Thousand Faces – Fluidity

1 – Anarcho-Nihilist: Peasant with a Thousand Faces – Fluidity

1 - Anarcho-Nihilist: Peasant with a Thousand Faces - Fluidity 

“The prophet’s unpopularity, his God-centeredness, and the clarity of his social insight were not isolated and 
unrelated aspects of his strange vocation. On the contrary, the prophet’s social misfortunes were as responsible for the depth of his insights as the unpopularity of these insights was responsible for his social rejection.”



i’m an anarcho-nihilist 
because i’m stateless

nothingness
and nascence 

i’m a rogue spook
i’m shapeless

mercurial
and rapacious

i’m a peasant
with a thousand faces

*

the universe is a ruthless sorcerer, and i am a humble student
my entire childhood was sorcerer training, so of course, it looked neglectful and abusive
it’s the brutality of the curriculum that makes the program so exclusive
but those who make it through are rewarded with the quality of transducance
 
*

i wanted to be a jules bonnot
i wanted to be americas most wanted

i wanted to steal boxes and boxes 
of fundraiser chocolates from the principles office 

and sell them door to door 
for double what they normally costed

i think i just wanted to be wanted

i said, all i every wanted 
was to turn a fucking a profit

i think i just wanted to show off 
for pocahontas 

i think i wanted to slip shame
like ninja slipped chains

by removing their shoulder 
from the socket

i slipped shame
by playing spy games, popping my brain

out of basic civilian 
posits 

*

we were just trying to fatten our pockets
 
but in the process 
we become more conscious

than those 
who tried to watch us
 
my training as a young occultist
started with making shit disappear

and reappear in my closet
 
shit like watches and wallets

*

i wanna give thanks to the existential angst, the shame, the ache, and the self-hate
a lot of children got ate, a lot of children got ate
the universe said “how much shit can you take”, i understood the challenge, a lot of shit got yanked
i wanna give thanks for doing everything it takes to teach me how to slither like a snake

*

i could cast spells, but was still hooked on phonics
i was still hooked on psychotropics

i still felt like an invisible hostage 
in an apartment full of miserable alcoholics 

i was melancholic 

i had to increase my wattage 
or go completely psychotic 

i took a leap of faith and crash-bang 
stumbled into arcane knowledge

i let my intent flow like a faucet 
and didn’t try to stop it 

my awareness 
became kaleidoscopic

and then miraculously 
one august

i performed
the illusion of progress

transformed parents that were toxic
into forces atomic

a childhood 
that was catastrophic
 
into the origin story 
of an anarcho-nihilist gnostic
 
all I ever wanted 
was to turn a prophet

*

child with a face full of moonlight, offered forbidden fruit, took a few bites
paid a huge price, but in exchange i got taught how to move right
going deeper into hell allows a tree to reach new heights
failing to learn these lessons is trauma but pass the class, and get recruited into spook life

*

i’m an anarcho-nihilist 
because i’m stateless

nothingness
and nascence 

i’m a rogue spook
i’m shapeless

mercurial
and rapacious

i’m a peasant
with a thousand faces